Adventurous Hearts: The Temple

CHAPTER 15: Endless





Lucius reluctantly disengaged himself from Hermione and cast a cleansing spell on both of them. He kissed her gently while he fastened her trousers and re-tucked her shirt. She was giving him that peculiar look again, as though she wasn’t quite sure he was who he claimed to be.





“Why do you look at me that way?” He asked as he buckled her belt.







“Are you always so considerate of your lovers?” She asked. Granted she had only had two lovers in her life, Ron had spent the moments after either seeking reassurance or going on about how he wished she would respond and that his other lovers never complained so it must have been something wrong with her. Severus, well he was who he was, cuddling was not in his nature and more often than not he would leave her shortly after unless he intended to have her again.







Lucius however had held and pampered her following each of their little interludes. Even as he pondered her question he was smoothing escaped curls back from her forehead and running his finger along her cheek tenderly.







“When a woman shares her body with you in any way, it is a gift and a man should treat her as such and be grateful.” He said.







“Even if she’s a mudbl…” She was cut off when Lucius pressed his finger to her lips.







“Stop using such language, Hermione. Your mouth is too pretty for such filth.” He said. “I may have said it mattered once upon a time, but I have since learned otherwise.”







Hermione shifted, uncomfortable with this tender side of Lucius. She couldn’t let him get under her skin with his soft words and gentle caresses, outside of the temple there was no chance for them and she couldn’t let herself believe or hope for otherwise.







“You say that because you have been without a woman for a long time, Lucius. If you hadn’t been incarcerated and had been able to indulge yourself with one of your pureblood mistresses I am certain that you wouldn’t even look twice in my direction unless I was in your way.” She said.







Lucius pursed his lips; they were back to her trying to keep him at a distance. He recognized the behavior, it was a defense mechanism to keep anyone from getting close, something she no doubt learned from Severus, and he was an expert at the practice.







“Perhaps…perhaps not.” He said. “I find you oddly fascinating, Hermione. I have met few women in my life who can discuss such a wide range of topics with such …interesting…reasoning. You are bolder than any I have ever known as well, maybe even more than Bella but she was insane.” He smirked when she frowned at his comparison of her to his former sister-in-law. “Have I seen more beautiful witches? Of course I have, have I bedded more beautiful? Absolutely. But never in all my years have I wanted one quite this much. Is it prolonged and forced abstinence that makes it so? I’m sure it is a large part of it but it isn’t all of it.”







“Lucius, when we leave here, this, whatever it is that is between us, ends. You will go back to your life and you will start over. You will find yourself some beautiful pureblood mistress or perhaps even another wife and this will just be a memory, an adventure in your past when you were locked up in a temple with a mud…muggleborn witch and forced to have a liaison for the pleasure of an ancient sadist. That is all it can ever be.” She said.









“Well, that’s neither here nor there for the moment. For now we are still trapped within this temple, we shall see what happens on the outside when we get there.” He reached out and clasped her chin between his thumb and index finger tilting it up sharply as he leaned in close. “And Hermione…do not think you know me well enough to tell me how I feel or what I want, it is for ME to decide. No one will ever make my decisions for me again, am I understood?”







He didn’t let her answer, he turned on his heel and stalked towards the door, swinging it open and stepping through while she followed slowly behind him. She hadn’t meant to make him angry, if there was one thing she was certain of it was that Lucius Malfoy was a very dangerous man when he was angry. She also knew that she shouldn’t taunt him; he would pursue her just because she made it a challenge. If she continued to set herself up as something he couldn’t have he would want her all the more for that reason. Was she doing it subconsciously because she really did want to see him again after?







She tried to step slowly through the door, thinking to give him his distance but still she ended up smacking into his back. She heard a rather derisive snort in the darkness and she scowled.







“You know, if you would just step further through the door I wouldn’t bump in to you.” She said.







“Why would I step further into the unknown?” He asked as the room began to glimmer into view. “That would be dangerous; you would think after your snake bite you would know the idiocy of such action.”







“Touché.” She said tightly. She didn’t like being corrected, she never had. “Oh my.” Hermione gasped as a lavish, medieval bedchamber came into view. The large, ornately carved canopy bed dominated the room and was covered in dark blue velvet draperies and bedding. The floor was covered with various furs. A large chair was sat before the fireplace where the flames flickered and popped, warming the room. A small table with two small chairs sat in the corner with food and drink waiting for them.







“Well, this looks promising.” Lucius drawled as he leaned his cane against the wall. Hermione was walking around the room examining the tapestries and running her palm over the soft, velvet counterpane. She glanced up and gasped softly. “What is the matter?” He asked hearing her shocked, intake of breath.







“There is a mirror attached to the canopy.” She said, staring up at her reflection.







“Is there?” He asked, his brows lifting curiously as he came to investigate. “So there is.” He said, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror.







“Why would anyone want to watch themselves having sex?” She asked. “I now understand the excitement of watching others, of witnessing something naughty and forbidden, but it’s not exactly a beautiful thing to watch.” She frowned. “I certainly don’t want to see myself, I think I would be distracted by the size of my arse or the jiggle of my breasts and be unable to enjoy it.”







“There is nothing wrong with the size of your arse and your breasts jiggle delightfully.” He said. “Besides, if you are looking at yourself then that would mean either I would be lying between your thighs and you would be staring at my arse, or you would be positioned on top of me facing up….which actually sounds quite wonderful as I could watch as well….” He seemed to drift off, lost in the fantasy of watching the two of them.







“My god, Lucius!” She said, her cheeks flushing softly as she stepped away from the bed. “You are so highly sexed I wonder how you survived in prison!” Lucius stood and leaned against one of the bedposts, his arms crossed over his chest as he smiled at her.







“A very vivid imagination and dexterous hands helped.” He replied. “But I will admit that it was grossly unsatisfying. No matter what you do you just can not replicate the snug, wet heat of a woman.”







“There are always other men.” She said just for spite, she didn’t like the smug predatory look on his face. They both knew what was coming and she had no where to run. Not that she really wanted to, she wanted him but worried that if she took him into her body he would stay forever and she couldn’t handle that.







“Not interested.” He said silkily. “You look like a frightened rabbit.”







“And you look like a hungry wolf.” She said, eyeing him warily.







“That would be an apt description, I am very hungry for you, I have been teased and tortured with samples, small tastes of your passion, I am ready for the full meal.” His voice was pitched low as he watched her, his eyes narrowed and recording every subtle shift of her body.







“We can’t to anything until Morgana issues the task.” She said. She didn’t understand why she was so nervous, she had done everything with the wizard except have sex with him, yet those things did not seem as important, as intimate as taking him into her body.







No sooner had she said those words than a parchment appeared on the center of the bed. Damn Morgana and her damnable games.







“Well what do we have here?” Lucius reached across the mattress for the parchment and stretched out on the bed as he read. “Seems we have our task, my lady.”







Playing with you has been a delight,

But this could be our final night.





Watching you love and bicker has been a treat,

Stoking the fire and stirring the heat.





Now it is time to take your measure,

Can you handle a night of endless pleasure?





Consummate this union, body and soul,

Allow the other to make you whole.





Fill the void and scratch the itch,

Wizard it is time to claim your witch.





Lucius looked up and a feral smile pulled at his lips. He lay back against the pillows and folded his hands beneath his head as he crossed his ankles.







“Well, I believe that was pretty easy to decipher.” He said, his voice fairly dripping sex. “It seems that you are mine tonight.”







“She said a night of endless passion. It implies that we are to…” She narrowed her eyes, the bold creature inside her pushing the nerves aside. “…fuck all night. You aren’t a boy any longer and it has been a rather long time, how do you expect to manage that?” She asked.







Lucius narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to tell her to come to bed and he would show her but he was distracted when a small basket filled with phials appeared on the bedside table. He read the labels and grinned like the Cheshire cat.







“I believe I told you before that this temple provided for our every need.” He said. “We have stamina potion, virility potion, pepper-up potion, rehydrating potion, healing potions, lubricating potions and most importantly, contraceptive potion.” He held up each bottle as he read the label for her to see. “Now that your concerns have been addressed,” he tossed the contraceptive potion her way and she caught it easily. “bottoms up, Hermione.”







He set the basket back onto the side table and began to remove his shoes and socks.







“If I refuse to take it?” She asked.







“Aching to hold a child in your arms? Because I’m still going to have you whether you take the contraceptive or not.” He said.







“You are bluffing, you wouldn’t dream of fathering a half blood child and you know it.” She wished she had a filter on her mouth that would stop her from just saying whatever popped into her head. He looked positively deadly as he stalked towards her on bare feet.







“Go ahead, call my bluff and let’s just see what happens. I always did get a thrill from playing dangerously.” He said. She immediately pulled the stopper and swallowed back the disgustingly sweet potion. “That’s what I thought. Now strip.”







“Strip? That is all I get? You throw a contraceptive at me and tell me to strip?” She asked incredulously. Lucius smiled and stepped closer, sliding one hand along her waist the other to the back of her neck.







“Count your blessings I am even allowing you to undress first because if I had it my way I would simply pull your trousers down and bend you over the foot of the bed.” He said low, his nose grazing hers. “It has been a long time, Hermione, don’t push me. I pride myself on being a gentleman, but right now there isn’t enough blood flow to the reasonable part of my brain to keep me from resorting to the tactics of my former life.”







“Why does it have to be so fast? Couldn’t we take some time to talk or…something?” She asked.







“She wants a night of endless passion. I want you and I want out of here as soon as possible so that I may enjoy my newfound freedom.” He said, massaging the back of her neck gently. “Don’t you want out of here?”







“Yes, but…”







“Don’t you want me? Don’t lie.” He leaned forward so that their lips brushed.







“Yes, but Lucius I…” Her eyes rolled back into her head for a moment when his fingers began to stroke the tender place at the base of her skull.







“Want to be seduced?” He questioned against her lips. “I think I recall how to do that, Hermione.” He whispered just before he covered her lips with his. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, searching for a mate and finding one that responded with equal fervor and passion. She sighed into his mouth and slumped against him, her hands biting into his waist as he devoured her mouth expertly.







He certainly seemed to enjoy kissing, she hadn’t met many men who did. Ron had kissed her, but he never seemed quite in to it, of course she now knew it was because he was gay. Severus kissed her, though it was more of an oral ravishment than the tender, sweet seduction used by Lucius, and more often than not Severus’s kisses were about silencing her cries because they couldn’t be bothered to leave his office and they didn’t want the students or faculty to hear.







Lucius reached between them and with one hand he flicked the buckle on her belt and let the heavy item fall to the floor. He nipped at her chin, licked along her jaw to her earlobe where he bit down sharply, then sucked.







“Raise your arms.” He breathed as he tugged the thin cotton up and over her head. He went to work on the catch of her bra, fumbling a bit before he finally figured it out and was able to release it and toss it aside. “So soft, you have the softest skin.” He said, running his hands lightly along her spine and curving his hands over her bottom.







Hermione whimpered, the bottom dropping out of her stomach when she felt his arousal pressing into her. He cupped and kneaded her bottom through her buckskin trousers, pressing her against him rhythmically. She raised her fingers to the front of his shirt and made quick work of the buttons. She wondered why they even bothered to dress as they moved from room to room; they were just going to strip anyhow. He removed his shirt, practically ripping his way out of it, his hands returning to the sweet, plump curves of her bottom once again.





“So good, you feel so damned good.” He muttered against the side of her throat as he bent down, his hands sliding along the backs of her thighs. She gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders when he pulled her legs up and around his hips before kneeling on the furs before the fire. He laid her back on the soft pelts and then rose onto his knees. “These have to go.” He said, tugging at the laces on her boots. He was impatient, tearing at the strings until he had loosened them enough to slip them off her feet. He wasted no time removing her socks, trousers and knickers so that she lay naked and waiting before him, her creamy skin glowing gold in the firelight. “There we go, nearly perfect.” He said as he leaned forward, bracing his hands on the furs beside her head.







“Nearly? It’s not a good idea to point out a woman’s flaws when you have her naked before you, it ruins the mood.” She said, looking up at him.







“There are no flaws that I can see.” He said softly as he leaned down to brush a soft kiss against a silvered scar on her ribcage. “But I have a request…I want your hair down. I want to see it spread out beneath you and feel it on my skin when you are on top of me.”







“I will if you will.” She said. He reached behind him and pulled his hair free from the elastic band she had given him, letting the flaxen strands fall forward to brush against her face and chest. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and slowly began to free her plaited hair. Lucius watched her fingers separate the shiny, dark strands until her hair was draped over her shoulder in a long, silken fall that curtained one of her breasts.







“So lovely.” He said as he spread it out like a fan around her head. “You are the image of wanton abandon.”







“Lucius…your trousers…” She slid her hands down over his pectorals, his stomach tightening when they drifted over his abdomen and began to loosen the fastenings. She pushed the soft linen, along with his boxers over his hips as far as she could reach before he shifted to remove them completely. They were on equal footing, both of them naked and vulnerable, both on unfamiliar ground. Hermione allowing a new lover access to her body and Lucius with his first woman in years and on top of that, his first muggleborn.







He knelt there, painfully aroused but intent on taking her slowly, showing her that tenderness needn’t be unsatisfying. He leaned forward just a bit and ran his palm over her chest, between her breasts and down over the soft expanse of her stomach. He had always steered towards lighter coloring, women who looked more like him with light hair and ivory skin. Now he questioned every woman he had taken to his bed, including his ex-wife. Hermione was stunning, the contrast between her dark hair and the light, golden tones of her skin were incredibly arousing to him. The soft patch of dark hair between her thighs a mystery he couldn’t wait to delve into once more.







He smoothed his hands over her thighs, softly kneading as he pushed them even further apart before he leaned forward to rest between them. She moaned softly at the feel of his weight on top of her, the heat of his bare skin against hers. He pressed his lips to the soft protrusion of her clavicle then slowly made his way to her breasts, licking and sucking each in turn before licking a slow path over her stomach to the wet, welcoming delta between her thighs.







He dipped his fingers into her folds, closing his eyes and thanking the gods that she was wet and ready for him. He placed the softest of kisses into the curls covering her before moving up and settling against her. He supported himself with one hand braced beside her shoulder and with his other hand he lined the tip of his erection up with her dewy opening. He nudged forward just a little so that only the head of his cock was nestled inside her.







“Hold on to me.” He whispered, needing to feel her arms around him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her soft hands resting lightly on the small of his back until he began to press forward and her fingers dug into his skin.







“More.” She breathed, her eyes dark and hooded with lust.







“Slow.” Lucius pushed forward as far as was humanly possible, groaning at the scorching heat and choking tightness of her sex.







“Harder.” She whimpered as she began to writhe beneath him.







“Patience.” He pulled back just as slowly as he entered; practically growling as he did because the walls of her sheath clung to him, clasping and trying greedily to suck him back inside.







“Faster…please, Lucius.” Her hands curled over his arse and her nails bit into the tight flesh.







“No!” He said low, hissing at the bite of her nails into his skin. He began a slow, easy rhythm, holding on to his control by very thin threads as she began to move beneath him, her hips lifting and rolling beneath his, her hands grasping and clutching as she desperately tried to make him increase his pace, increase the force with which he took her.







“Oh…..yes, right there!” She nearly screamed when he shifted his weight to his knees and his hands clasped her hips to still her motions. The change in position angled in his cock just right inside her so that with every thrust and slow roll of his hips the tip brushed over that sweet spot just inside her and his pelvis pressed into her clit.







“Demanding little wench, aren’t you?” He groaned, a fine sweat beginning to form on his brow and upper lip, droplets of his rolling down his back as he stroked steadily inside her.







“Don’t stop…please don’t stop….I’m….OH GOD!” She stiffened, her back arching, her thighs trembling as she began to pulse around his cock. The feel of it, the tight clasping draw of her pussy on his cock was too much; he began to thrust hard through the pulsating of her orgasm her hands tightening on his flexing buttocks as he drove into her, taking her higher. He let loose inside her with a rough shout, pushing as deep as he could go as he throbbed and released inside her.









“My god witch.” He said breathlessly as he fell forward and buried his face into her shoulder. She sighed contentedly and rubbed her hands up and down his sweaty back as he struggled to slow his breathing.





“Shush, Lucius. Don’t say anything.” She said. It had been good, fantastic even, and she didn’t want conversation to ruin the moment. She continued to soothe him, pushing his hair back from where it clung to the damp skin of his face and neck, until he was breathing evenly and resting comfortably on top of her. He withdrew slowly and Hermione winced slightly. He adjusted his weight over her so that his head rested on her breasts and the majority of his weight on the furs.







“Are you alright?” She asked after a while.







“I thought you didn’t want me to speak.” He said, staring into the fire.









“Not at that moment I didn’t.” She chuckled. “You were wonderful, Lucius, I didn’t want anything to ruin that.”







“You are an impatient witch, Hermione.” He said, a smug smile tugging at his mouth at her compliment. He would never let her know how close he had come to spilling himself like a green boy the moment he felt the heat of her around the tip of his cock. “Thank you.”







“No need for that.” She said, staring down at the top of his head as she ran her fingers through his hair. She yawned and stretched, rubbing her back against the furs as she settled in. Her limbs felt heavy and her eyelids began to droop.





“Don’t expect to rest long, Hermione.” Lucius said as he lifted his head and their eyes met. “We have a very long night ahead of us.”